"Never let it be said that this watchtower fell when the Dragon rose up.
Let it be said of me and my kind that we stood firm in our wordcraft, even as the shores of Luciferia were overrun by darkness.
Let it be said of me and my kind that we did not back down when the unsinnical minions stormed the beaches of Angelicia.
We stood up: when others fell down."- Sa Amondion

Thing Is King

It seems to me that these things used to serve a greater purpose.
Am I the only one choking on my own blood down here in the gutter?
 Have we gotten better, have we really evolved beyond this thing called humanity?
Do we really think we can transcend our flesh by denying it?
Are we so foolish as to think we are alone in hell?
Has the sun really set on our empire, or have we simply become lethargic in our opulence?
I am just one machine in the fire that we call life, but is there a difference between me and you?
I call myself me, and you call yourself; me.
I fail to see only the skin of this condition.
I think the true flower is one that is inverted into the flesh from somewhere else, somewhere higher, or lower.
A post-modern world can only be inhabited by post-human beings; I stand up in defiance of this reality.
Blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes, no eyes, why can't we stop trying to see and simply behold.
It seems to me that words used to mean something more than themselves.
Like a shard of stone flung outward from its home by the skillful hammer of the master mason, they used to be part of something beautiful, but now forgotten.
Can we really continue to live in this vacuum of Do This and Don't Do That, when no reason is forthcoming.
We are oppressed by the age-old fallacy; I Said So.
If we stop here, if we fall now, who would say, What A Shame?
If we keep killing ourselves by holding our heads under the water, how we can ever hope to survive in the sea?
We are shackled by a fear so profound its name is ourselves.
We buy This and we consume That, and we throw Why in the gutter and laugh.
We want to look pretty, but we never ask, What Is Pretty?
Our own faces are the hangman's mask, and our voices are this Grand Requiem.
If we don't stop digging our own graves, our minds won't last to see death.
This thing we praise so highly, the flesh that we taste so often; will die.
This place we love so much, this place we hate so much, who said it was ours?
It seems to me men used to think, and women used to talk.
It seems to me that things used to serve a greater purpose.

Tzompantli (The Nature Of Man)

Behold my tzompantli

Testament, monument of my insanity

Behold our carnality

It is carnival day, and I am hungry

Behold my tzompantli

Declaration, poetry of our ferocity

Behold our functionality

We live shortly, and rot for eternity

Metal is stronger than bone

And smoke mightier than a river

Our spirit will remain unknown

Behold my tzompantli

Surety, fortress of cruelty

Behold our animosity

We kill, destroy unquestionably

Behold my tzompantli

Mechanical, construct of conformity

Behold our aristocracy

We strive, yearn for unity

Metal is stronger than bone

And smoke mightier than a river

Our spirit will remain unknown

To The One Who Holds The Chains (Declaration of Righteous Rebellion)

We give back the words you said

We fill our coffins with the lies you bled

We have woken up

We have given you up

We break down the plans you made

We want the memory of you to fade

We have woken up

We have given you up

We want our lives to come back

We want this empire to fade to black

We have woken up

We have given you up

We see what you always were

We see what you saw in her

We have woken up

We have given you up

We have read the words that you wrote

We have seen the lives that you broke

We have woken up

We have given you up

We don't want your blood-stained glory anymore

We don't want to keep playing your pretty little whore

We have woken up

We have given you up

To the one who holds the chains, we make this declaration

We are throwing off the rusty chains of your oppression

To the one who holds the chains, we make this declaration

We are done with your lies and your thoughtless aggression

We have woken up

We have given you up

Woman

There is a song in all this sorrow

There is a light somewhere in the dark

There should be a reason to wake tomorrow

That of the woman is the breast

That shapely venom of the bleeding womb

That of the woman is the nest

That lie of the bright eyed endless tomb

There is a voice in all those whispers

There is a fire somewhere in this grey

There should be a quiet lone mistress

That of the woman is the sweet eyes

That sickly sweet song voice

That of the woman is the bitter lies

That sudden burning choice

There is smile on the face of death

There is noise in the silence

There is chill in her warm sweet breath

That of the woman is lofty grace

That sleek melodious manner

That of the woman is the kind face

That ancient mask of the sinner

There is a song in all this sorrow

There is a light somewhere in the dark

There should be a reason to wake tomorrow

That of the woman is love and kindness

That of the woman is noble power to save

That of the woman is beauty and gentleness

That of the woman is the grace of the brave

I have found the song in the sorrow

I have found the light in the dark

I have found the reason to wake up

I have covered the nakedness of her shame

I have loved despite the wretched venom

I have taken the wounds and all her blame

I have heard the lies and destroyed them

I have heard the voice through it all

I have fueled the fire into an inferno

I have stood beside the proud and tall

I have met her stare with mine

I have heard the song of the dove

I have given her all the truth that was mine

I have tried to show only love

I have seen the face of the queen

I have heard the noise in the nothing

I have smelt the perfume of roses

I have walked with her in her grace

I have held her to myself and wished a smile for her face

I have have held her hands in mine

I have tried to command time

There is a song in all this sorrow

There is a light somewhere in the dark

There should be a reason to wake tomorrow